In spite of herself, when Dick refers to Beacon Hills as quiet, Lydia huffs a humorless laugh, shaking her head. Maybe it's quieter for him. He's not the one with all the voices in his head. "It's something, anyway," she remarks in an offhandedly knowing sort of way as they reach her car.

Lydia pulls her driver's side door open and smiles over the top of the car at him. "Well, some of us do try," she says playfully.

Sinking into the car, Lydia settles herself in and buckles up, pushing her key into the ignition and looking over at him. "Drive thru or eat in?" she asks.